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By Jill Talbot| August 18, 2014
Spring struggles through enough days to offer tulips. They've popped up in every garden lining the street, and a few reach from the corner where Indie, my twelve-year-old daughter, and I turn toward home. This is our end-of-the-day walk with our dog. A few nights ago, she picked two of the tulipsâ€”red-pink petals, black anthersâ€”and put them in a mason jar on my nightstand. Tonight, she asks if she can pick one for herself.